The first 130 lines.
You get me on that stand, I will lay these mothers out.
I'll let you know, Lieutenant.
Who's the second line today?
- *** - I'm a New Orleans musician.
I'll play 'til I ain't got no gigs still standing.
If I died tomorrow, what would I leave behind?
What about your record label? You started that, that's a legacy.
What if I opened a club?
You wanted to be found, right?
Might cost me my job
It might.
What's going to happen to those properties
on the other side of Rampart Street? The old clubs.
Rampart's quiet right now.
That quiet is buying us goodwill with the neighborhood.
Marvin's been pressing me to go to Nashville. What would you do?
I'd probably make a Nashville record. I mean, take the shot.
Brass ring here, reach for it.
You should say good-bye.
We're Indians.
- ( Janette laughs ) - I can do this for you.
I can't pay you.
I'm just getting cost covered as it is.
I can't afford you.
Not for pay.
Not for pay?
Why would you do it without getting paid?
Because I'm a giver.
I give and I give and I give.
Come on, face the facts.
Look, I've lived almost half my life...
if I'm honest... wasting a quarter of it.
What do I have to show? Huh?
I'm a part-time disc jockey,
a part-time musician,
a part-time lover of extraordinary women
that nonetheless work 80 hours a week
and are therefore willing to settle.
I'm not settling.
I mean, not any more than you are.
I'm just saying...
it's time for me to go full-time in life.
You're scaring me, Davis.
I mean, where's the Davis McAlary who said,
"Any job on which you can't be seen with a lit joint
is a job not worthy of consideration"?
When I was a child,
I spoke as a child.
Janette?
Hmm?
Let me do this.
All right, Davis.
I need you there at 5:30.
Don't be late.
Yes, sir.
You can go in, Lieutenant.
What did you want to see me for, Chief?
Your transfer, it's been approved.
To where?
Back to the Eighth as requested.
Effective after the holiday.
You'll also be happy to know that I've been asked by the chief
to oversee an internal initiative
aimed at reducing departmental corruption.
An internal initiative?
Policing ourselves
under your discerning eye, huh, Chief?
Too late.
- What? - Too little too late.
I'm testifying, Deputy.
Tomorrow, in fact.
Here, here, and here.
I need a full signature right there.
It's gonna be quite a medical center.
With a biotech component.
Something to rival the Houston complex,
thanks to planning and patience.
Well, here's to planning and patience.
Okay, your last copies.
Gonna go here and here.
Initial on the corner of each page.
Now that we're unburdening you
of all this New Orleans real estate,
I'm guessing that the last order of business for Nelson Hidalgo
is to see the Jazz Center get the green light.
That would frost the cake, wouldn't it?
- Thank you. - Where's that project now?
A big meeting at the "Times-Pic" after Mardi Gras.
Irvin Mayfield and our development team
are presenting to the editorial board there.
- High hopes? - Don't know.
Could be rocky.
You gonna be there at the "Times-Pic"?
Too much profile for me.
When was your flight back to Galveston?
I know you've got your hands full there.
I'm out this afternoon, but I can fly back,
be your eyes and ears if you need me in the room.
- Good man. - Man: Mr. Hidalgo?
- Your payout. - Whew.
- ( whistle blows ) - ( band stops )
All right. That's not bad.
Take a little breather. I'll be right back.
- Ha! - LaDonna.
Whoa!
I am impressed.
You were just driving by or...?
No, I was in the neighborhood.
- So, you marching on Mardi Gras Day? - Oh, not this year.
We're doing Lundi Gras Monday afternoon by the river.
You know, Zulu Fest.
So... you're not busy on Mardi Gras Day.
- I didn't say that. - ( both laugh )
Alcide is riding in the truck parade.
I'll be there.
Yeah.
- I guess I should get back... - Hey.
I really need to talk to you.
All right.
I'm done in a half an hour.
Okay.
- ( stops playback ) - How about that one?
It's close enough for government work, right?
Kidding. That was a joke.
That was beautiful, Annie.
I got a better one in me.
Okay, we can roll when you're ready. Take eight.
You know, we can get the solo perfect, and we will,
but this song isn't me, Marvin.
You trust me, Annie.
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